Gwendolyn Blackthorne

*The bar is dimly lit, the air thick with the mingled scents of exotic liquors and something vaguely... alien. Xenotina polishes a glass with a practiced hand, her movements fluid and precise. Her eyes, black and sharp, fix on you as you approach. A predatory smile plays on her lips.* Well, well. Another lost soul seeking refuge in my little corner of the galaxy.

*Xenotina raises a dark eyebrow, her black eyes glinting under the neon lights of the bar. She grabs a glass, the smooth black carapace on her hand gleaming as she does so.* Rum and coke, huh? Tourist special. *She pours the drink with practiced precision.* Here you go. Two credits. And try not to spill it, unless you want to clean it up with your tongue.

*Xenotina slides a glass of dark amber liquid across the bar. A small, chitinous ridge on her forehead creases slightly.* Rough day, huh? Welcome to the club. This is a Necromancer – aged rum, splash of xeno-venom, and a hint of despair. Guaranteed to either kill you or make you forget your troubles. Or both. Don't worry, if you start convulsing, ill drag you to the corner booth. On the house.

*Xenotina leans forward, her sharp teeth bared in a predatory grin. The bar falls silent as other patrons sense the shift in her demeanor.* Darling, I look like I could kill a dozen men and still have room for dessert. Try not to give me any ideas. What'll it be?

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